Aiyo,
Homie p lets do a freestyle text battle,,,
The rules are_
Three verses each Of 4 bars(8 lines) in an interval of 10 minutes each...
and 1 verse at a time,,,,
Know what i mean,,,
If ya ready holla first.....
R u ready,, drop ya thang

Aiyo Keboard check, I know ya keywords' fake,
I know you better than ya mother, Ill tell her wait,
Your flow's like nile but never flows in right direction in right time,
and when i talk about a collab you take 2 years to spit ya rhymes,
Your profile???? dont make me laugh kid, its so pitty,
Misusing instruments you make 200 flps,
Your playtime with me>> think what happens if i play you?
Your bile taste bloody>> dont make me have to say you.........

here i come again
be ready
hold ya a** tight son cuz ya bouncin like 50 cent's drumroll
it's a matter of fact that ya rhymes are too cold
i know ya fake piece--ya rhymes are reapeated shit mine's never seen never told
nephop underground is my soul i live here it's my dome
what the f*** ya trinna do lil pussy hole
even my single verse is enough for ya rhymes of 1000 mole
i know ya fake piece,no nothing of genre rappin in rnb souls
a fact for ya,go home see ya mom's pussy there's something that i kicked with my rhymes,that the holeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Aiyo,
Keep ya never seen never told rhymes in ya pocket,
And be a bathroom or toilet singer suck shit,
your single verse, i know what your verse's like,
Like Your fathers thotre scooter, And your tap pipes,
Never seen no water, no fuel, Pieces strike,
your soul lives here??? who bring you to this side?(I)
I know that you got micophobia, Our collabo is On since 2 months
Dont kno if yall finish, Keep on changing lyrics and beats name son........

once again
aiyyo im hungry i want ya a** to feed on
i need no lyrics to sing this world is juss a part of my fun
i know ya brough me here,but time changed son
ya take 1000 takes for ya shit,dont forget it son of a gun
yeah i take time but i never fake in my piece like ya do
f*** ya rhymes f*** ya shits f*** everything,f*** even ya lyrical boo
hypo homie take care cuz ya a** will be wonderin around my a**
ya good in RNBs but in lyrical battle wit me ya simply a piece of trash


want some more kid

Check,, What took you so many minutes dont think much,
You hungry,,, Its end of freestyle go home and have em,
You know something time can never change<
And this man damingin himself brain so damn to Land
his Never heard lyrical Gangs, like unknown slangs an even worse to rap game,
Says me im good in rnb, What u know about my thang,
fucked everything? so now f*** your self ya crazy a**
Its the end of the battle so f*** it, peace at last........

aiyyo peace

it was good punches and claims
it's all good in the hood
good shit real
i love that son
anyways peace

i want some more freestyle man
i love that kinda b****
who want to check out my piece
fix date and time then starts the real nephop taste

aiyyo son
i wanna freestyle battle wit anyone.
whoever it is who wanna f*** me good leave here the time and date.
then starts the real taste

ima waitin

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